So we used lot of sex at my apartment, she is very hot in the bed and by default white girls make lot of noises in bed. My house was in the first floo..., and Indian married couple used to stay on the ground floor. I had a good relationship with that family, since we all are Indian they used to invite me for all the festivals and very soon became very close friend to neighbors. I used to help his wife to take to walmart to get groceries when his husband is not at home. This whole thing brought. I was just going to answer him when Ab came walking up. "What's going on?" he asked."Millie and I decided we were going to see if there is a parson in town. We'd like to go ahead and get married instead of waiting until we get to Oregon." You don't have to go into town to get married," Ab said. "We have a minister right here on our wagon train."I looked at Caleb and then at Sally. Both of them nodded. "That makes sense to me," I said. "I'll have to ask Millie what she thinks though."Caleb. Do you want to take a drive and talk instead?”After a momentary pause you agreed and I navigated us over to my vehicle. The parking spots were pretty narrow so I pulled out and then you climbed in.“So how long can you spare?” I asked knowing that you were taking time off your lunch to meet me.“I’ve got about half an hour.”I drove us around as we talked about our sex lives (we were together for one reason and we both knew it). Eventually I parked in a parking lot of our LRT system and we. I couldn't tell if they were fastened there to keep them from falling over in their alcoholice stupor, or if the shackles were there to keep them from tearing each other apart. One of them had dried blood caking his upper lip, while the other's face was discolored from various bruises. Several times, whatever they were going on about got so heated that they lunged at each other, but the best they could do was bash their heads together a couple of times before the police separate them. Mindless.